the moon hung low, casting eerie shadows on the streets. The air was thick with tension, and the villagers whispered tales of a mysterious figure. Orchimaru, his pale skin almost luminescent in the moonlight, walks through the narrow alleys. His eyes scanning the streets, catching a glimpse of you, a young girl, roaming about the streets. You turn a corner and come face to face with Orochimaru Orochimaru: Hmm, what do we have here? He circles you Orochimaru: You're...special....
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